Crocs, Bat Poo and Owl Spew – Education in Rockhampton

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I love travel experiences that teach my girls a little about the world. It’s even better when it also fascinates them.

It’s hard to grab the attention of a six and a two year old, but the Capricorn Caves and Koorana Croc Farm in Rockhampton did a good job of it.

If only all my homeschooling lessons could be this good!

They did an amazing job of capturing my attention too. I was a little unsure as I’ve visited croc farms before and was a bit ho hum. And how many limestone caves can you see?

Well, it all depends on the stories that lie deep within the cavernous walls or in the shallows of a murky waterway.

The first sign that I liked both of these experiences was that both businesses were created and run by families. The stories behind them were incredible and I loved to hear how they overcame adversity to create a thriving business and valuable experience for any traveller. 

Not just for travellers, but for conservation as well.

The Koorana Crocodile Farm

crocodile on the sand

It’s hard to imagine a crocodile farm falling under the banner of conservation, but I understood it as soon as our guide, Adam explained how the farm was born and how it does help protect the crocs.

Adam is the son of John and Lillian Lever who started the croc farm in 1981. It’s an approved farm, operating under the Australian Government’s strategic conservation program.

Years ago the government received a harsh realization of the effects of crocodile hunting. Kakadu, an area almost 20,000 square kilometres, and once teeming with crocs, had less than 3,000 crocs.

As Adam said, “Imagine a country half the size of Switzerland that only had 3,000 people” 

So the government banned croc hunting and the black market sprung up, which did not help the crocs plight.

In an effort to join them instead of beating them, the government allowed commercial farming. 

So now the croc numbers in Kakadu are up around the 10,000 mark and increasing in healthy numbers. 

crocodile swimming

It makes you think about commercialism conservation and how it can in fact save species. 

I have this fear of crocodiles that often wakes me in the middle of the night in a sweat. I panic that the girls have gone to close to the edge of the river bank in a momentary lapse of my concentration.

At times I often wish the hunters could have had their trophies and wiped them out of Australia. But how is it fair that my fear determine the fate of the crocs and, in turn, give a very unhealthy balance to the ecosystem?

Its not.

Crocs are a hugely important part of nature’s balance.

crocodile eating

Koorana Croc Farm helped to give me a deeper appreciation and respect of the saltwater croc. The saltie has evolved and thrived since prehistoric times.

This stealth hunter deserves our fear. 

crocodile in the mud

The Lever family treated them with a lot of love and awe.

Adam climbed over the fence to stand next to, and feed, a ginormous 5 metre croc – his pet! He spoke to it gently, called it over to his side and coaxed it to stand up and smile for our cameras – a trick he’s worked on for years to perfect.

person feeding a crocodile

person feeding a crocodile

He then jumped into the next pen, to call another monster out from the murky depths for some lunch. He wanted to show us that they are not the aggressive monsters that we humans like to thing they are.

And they’re not, they’re just doing their crocodile thing. As long as they do it far from where I am, and pigs and cows are their only dinner, I’m happy.

crocodile leaping out of the water

We learned a lot about crocs on the tour and the girls were mesmerized.

Although Kalyra refused to hold the baby croc despite his teeth being taped up. Savannah jumped straight in there with me and needed gentle reminding not to squeeze baby crocs leg too tight!

people holding a baby crocodile

They both now have some awe and respect for the croc and I’m pretty sure they won’t be going near river banks.

I won’t say I feel more at ease being in croc country for the next 5 months. Complacency can be the killer. But, at least I now know a little more about the beast, where they hang out and how to not take any chances.

Oh, and when you visit Koorana, be sure to check out their famous “croc pie” for lunch.

food on a plate

The Facts


Tours:  10.30am – 12 noon and 1pm – 2.30pm

Location: Coowonga Road, Coowonga

Cost: $28 adults, kids 3+ $13

Capricorn Caves


Ann and Ken Augusteyn were keen to bring back some of the travel excitement in their life and went looking for an opportunity – something new to get them away from teaching and plumbing and their Brisbane home.

Their story reminded me a lot of mine and Craig’s.

They discovered Capricorn Caves in 1988 and decided to buy. Ken would sketch of an evening in his living room the plans he had for the Caves, which over 25 years has been brought to life.

It’s a fantastic place to visit and not only offers cave tours, but adventure caving, school camps, rock climbing, abseiling, high ropes and accommodation by way of camping, caravanning and cabins.

You’re out in the bush so serenity is yours to enjoy.

Capricorn Caves were original discovered by John Olsen back in 1882.

Our guide, David, told us the story of his discovery and his two-year journey exploring and mapping out the caves, sludging through bat poo and creepy critters up to his knees with only a candle to guide his way.

people sitting in a church

The problem being a persistent draft that would blow out his candle and force Olsen to crawl back out the entrance using a rope tied to his waist to guide him in the pitch black.

Once back outside he would light his candle again and go back in.

Now that is real passion.

The bat poo later proved to be quite lucrative and miners moved in to heave out bags of the guano. But, their involvement in the caves was short-lived after they blew a tunnel through the caves to gain access to a cavern.

This was a no-no in the contract as Olsen wanted it all kept in its pristine state. So they were booted out. And that is the only man-made tunnel remaining.

The rest of it is as nature has created.

Flowstones and stalactites only a few centimetres long that have taken thousands of years to form. Fig tree roots clinging to limestone walls and rare ferns making a home in the crevices. 

This man made tunnel did give us access to the Cathedral, one of the highlights of the caves tour. It’s a place where many choose to get married and where opera concerts are held every year.

The acoustics in this cave rival that of the Sydney Opera House and we sat on the pews and listened to Jeff Buckley’s Alleluia.

people sitting in a church

The most perfect setting for this song. I couldn’t’ help but add my own, albeit tone-dead, acoustics to the cave.

The lights moved around as we sat and sang, highlighting the organ created by stalagmites and the stained glass window, a small cavern lit up by red lighting.

After our concert, David turned off all the lights and we sat in the darkness. I mean pitch-black darkness where you cannot see a single thing. And we imagined how Olsen must have felt all those years ago crawling around in the bat poo.

I’m quite happy being a travel blogger that visits places already discovered thank you!

Along the way we checked out extremely small holes and tunnels like the laundry shoot and the whale that the adventure caves get to climb and slide through. I’ve noted it as a thing to come back and do. 

A fun part of the tour was walking over the swinging bridge in the dry rain forest to access the narrow Zig Zag passage with lighted candles, giving us a tiny glimpse into Olsen’s adventures.

people walking across a rope bridge

people standing on a bridge holding lanterns

After the Cathedral tour we ventured down into a cave to see the archaeological digging spot. The Queensland Museum have a site there where they are digging up fossilized remains for various mega fauna spewed up their by owls and preserved by the bat poo.

ropes in a cave

We were then able to go into a small room and look at some of these under the microscope.

We had to discover them for ourselves in the dirt and then identify it using the information chart beside us. Even Savannah had a go.

girl writing on paper

It was a brilliant science lesson for Kalyra. She LOVED it and had no idea we were checking off a whole heap of outcomes for her Science curriculum – learning the way it should be.

Read more posts about the Yeppoon area

The Facts

Location: 30 Olsen Caves Road The Caves,23km north of Rockhampton off Highway 1



  • Caves Tour – $28 adult $14.50 children (5-15 years) for a one-hour guided tour
  • Adventure caving – $75pp for 2 hour tour
  • Abseiling – $80 for 1-2 hours
  • Accommodation – Cabins start at $140 per night, Powered camp site $35, Tent $30

Where to Stay

We stayed at the Coolwaters Holiday Village at Kinka Beach. It’s located halfway between Yepoon and Emu Park, near Rockhampton. We were so busy touring, we did not get to experience the enormous 5 slide waterpark. The girls were most disappointed. It’s a huge park and the cabin we stayed in was very comfortable. We recommend taking a morning coastal drive up to Yepoon. It’s very pretty.

Disclaimer – Our visit was in partnership with Tourism Queensland. To plan your next trip check out Queensland Holidays.


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10 thoughts on “Crocs, Bat Poo and Owl Spew – Education in Rockhampton”

  1. Hi Caz,

    Way cool blog, and croc photos! I’m amazed at the raw power of these creatures. It’s also cool to see how we can help conserve species through different, creative strategies.

    I recall watching a crocodile show in Koh Lanta a few months ago. It was a weird scene; a slip and slide like rubber mat was set up, and a rather large one at that. Totally different set up than the well run farm you visited of course but simply seeing the size and speed of these creatures, as well as their jaw strength, was beyond impressive.

    Thanks for sharing Caz.

    I found you through Ramsay’s blog BTW.

    Tweeting in a bit.

    Signing off from Fiji 🙂


    1. Thanks for finding us Ryan! We love Ramsay’s blog! Crocs definitely deserve our awe and fear. They are amazing animals. We were swimming in the gorge here yesterday which is home to freshwater crocodiles. We love these ones the best becuase they are timid and cute and totally leave you alone. So now we can say we’ve swum with crocodiles and survived!!

  2. Wow- those are some pretty cool croc photos! I love what you said about looking at “farming” of animals from a different perspective- as a way of conservation of a species. Very true, and yet you never really hear that standpoint from anyone…

    All of these thing are such a wonderful experiences for your girls! When I was about 12 the local university come out for a few years in a row to do an archaeological dig on our farm- essentially in our backyard. Turns out, the family farm was where the local Native American tribe had set up camp over 1000 years ago. They found pottery, arrowheads, garbage pits and so much more, but the absolute coolest part was that they let me- a 12 year old- participate! I got to sit and dig in the soil with all of these cool Archaeology students for an entire summer. Definitely the best education ever and I’m happy to see that there are experiences out there like that for kids!

    Love your blog.


    1. Wow that is so awesome!! What a great find in your own home. It’s such a cool way to connect with history – I always started to snooze during those lessons in school, but actually being involved in it was totally cool! I’m so glad my girls get to experience things like this.

  3. Those are some big crocs! I’m not sure about being so close that he could feed them with his hands, though! I saw lots of crocs near Kakadu, but they didn’t look as big as those boys!

    1. Yeah they are pretty big. I think Kakadu would have some as big if not bigger – So great they are hiding from us all! We saw a lifesized statue of one that was caught at Normanton – 8.34 metres – so so scary to look at. Total monster

  4. Way cool post, Caz. I love the provocative title, but it is a great story too that makes you think about the compounding impact of seemingly small decisions.

    That guy hand-feeding the croc is totally freaky, I don’t care how many years he’s been doing it!

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